Hard Truths

Some nights

She tosses and turns

Trying her best

To make sense

Of the past

All the things that happened

That she can’t explain

All the “if only’s”

That keep her awake

Hard truths

Can’t be changed

Time can’t be rewinded or erased

Doors left open

Can break hearts

Hidden things can cause harm

And all she can do is

Toss and turn

Give it over to the One

That knows full well

How much this hurts

To live with so many

Hard truths


Jeanna’ Mead

6 49 a.m 3-16-19

For Blue Boy..our beloved Blue.

By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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